LET ID OUT
There are deep dark corridors in your mind
You get a glimpse of one from time to time
Do not wander down there
Avoid what's to be found there
Some descents can never be re-climbed
Good's not what you are it is what you do
That's why I am gonna murder you
Then I'll order some lunch
I'm a painting by Munch
There are some thoughts that cannot be subdued
Let id out!
End the drought!
Do what you want to do
Let id out!
Let id spout!
Nothing should be taboo
Must everything be boring and sad?
Some things you say seem sobering egad
I am napping much more
I'll be aching and sore
But I'll rend the garments in which you're clad
Let id out!
End the drought!
Do what you want to do
Let id out!
Let id spout!
Nothing should be taboo
The emptiness of our endeavors
Is what makes them so sweet
What are the odds we’d ever
Exist let alone meet?
It's the essence of TMJ to follow up a smart song about the need to forge new memories with a killer that grooves on everything great and awful about the 1970s. Brash, confident, and deeply pleasurable -- and its vibe is punctured by the new old b-side's warning "living backwards in time/losing your mind." As always, TMJ has it all ways, beautifully. Alan S
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